The Penalty Box - Teagan Kade Page 0,28

room. He looks around the corner and back, holding me there. “Stay as quiet as you can.”

“Collins, you fucker!” comes a male voice. “What happened to you last night? Don’t we think we didn’t see you eyeing that new girl, what was her name?”

“Cleo, Connie? Fuck if I know,” Collins responds. “Had a pussy like a pan pipe, though.”

There’s laughter, others entering the locker room.

Holy shit, it’s the reserves, I realize.

Either they’re early or we were going longer than I thought. And now we’re trapped. If any one of them comes into this area they’ll see us. All that separates us from them is this wall.

Nolan’s trying to control his breathing, watching and holding me against the wall at the same time.

“What do we do?” I whisper, still coming down from my orgasm, still tingling from head to toe.

“Shh,” he whispers back, placing a finger to my lips.

I mean, I wanted danger. I did not actually want to be caught.

“The fuck?” says a voice.

“One of you leave your thong behind?”

Oh. My. God.

My thong, or what was left of it.

Nolan looks at me and I know panic when I see it.

“Gregory, this yours?” someone asks.

There’s laughter, squealing. They’re throwing it at each other.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” says someone else. “Get that thing away from me.”

Another voice. “Seriously, what’s that doing in here?”

“Eh, probably just some freshman fuckers breaking in, getting it on.”

“Or Coach?”

There’s serious laughter at that.

“You smell that?”

I tighten.

They quiet down.

“Yep, smells like fucking.”

More laughter.

I look down and notice Nolan’s still hard. Poor baby. He never got to come.

An idea strikes me so naughty and downright diabolical I can’t believe I’m thinking it let alone actually getting down to my knees.

He gives me a look of shock, mouthing ‘What are you doing?’ but he stops when I take him between my lips and drop my head over his cock.

I taste myself on him, but it only turns me on more. The locker room banter continues in the other room while I bring up a hand, wrapping it around the full girth of his shaft and pumping it in time with the motion of my mouth.

Lightly, he holds me in position, hips swinging to add more of his length between my lips. I open my throat and take him deeper, right until my lips butt up against my fingers, ringed around the root of him.

That’s enough. He stiffens and I draw my mouth away, jerking him off against my breasts.

He gives a stunted grunt and shoots. I direct his cock to each breast, allow them equal coverage while he jerks and convulses. His teeth are tight together, face red and pained, the sense of relief that follows almost amusing.

His hips jerk once more and the last of him spills down the center of my chest.

I keep pumping him lightly, feel him slowly soften in my hand. With the other I spread his release over myself, biting my lip and watching him all the while, knowing he may forget many things, but never this.

It takes another five tense minutes for the reserves to gear up and head out.

Nolan checks around the corner. “We’re good.”

I stand and kiss him, let his cock drop from my hand. “Are we?”

I’ve never showered or dressed so fast in my life, the two of us acting like a couple of ninjas, crawling our way out of the locker room and then sprinting for the front doors hand in hand, those poor reserves none the wiser as we head off laughing.

*

I’m still thinking about it the following day.

Studying isn’t my strong suit, but I’m more distracted than usual in class. I’d like to say it was the impending doom that is my father, but my thoughts center far more on Nolan. Finally, he’s given in…and what a release it was. All that stringing me along, all that anticipation heightened things to a level hitherto unknown.

Maybe he was right. I did enjoy getting to know him, even without the sex. It probably made the sex better.

The urge to have him again blocks out all else, everything just static while I consider the many ways I’ll please him tonight.

I make my way across campus and start across the field heading to the basketball arena.

I’m about to make my way across the road when a black SUV pulls up to the curb, blocking my path.

The doors pop open and three suited individuals emerge. I’m familiar with the song and dance by now. It’s obvious what this is, but I manage to suppress